ughhh get out

smh i’m trying to redecorate Wes’ loft and i realized i have like 0 rugs from cleaning out my cc a few months ago. i closed my game to go hunt for some but ended up downloading 200 items of cc.. none of them were rugs.

pls.

Having healthy hair as a Black girl is better than just having long hair. Please don’t ruin your hair as a means to keep the length. You’ll end up regretting it. Long hair isn’t everything, no matter what you grew up being told.

Of Mafias and Men (End)

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13

Warning: Violence. Mentions of guns and blood.

Note: Aaaaand I really suck at keeping up with the ‘deadlines’. This was supposed to be posted ages ago, but life happened, a.k.a. school. Plus, my dread with writing endings. But hey! at least I got to write it. Hahaha!

Special thanks to Sikah, as always, for getting this far with me. Lol. And to Donia!!! ;) Your comments were really helpful. 

It would be awesome if anyone reading this would also extend this thanks to these two lovely people~ haha

Thank you to you, too. For getting this far~

Shoutout to @kikichanheartsmimi. I have not forgotten this. Never. :D

Pairing: Jaehyun/ Y/N / Taeyong

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes


Cold. 

Dangerous.

But all too familiar.

It evoked feelings of carnage she didn’t know existed within the depths of her being.

She only held it once. In training where she was supposed to defend herself and protect others. Taeyong had been very specific and firm in his words.

“Only use it when absolutely necessary.”

Would this count as one? she wondered.

To defend herself. And to protect him.

Y/N smirked at the helpless figure lying face down on the immaculate floor of Dong Sicheng’s mansion.

It was so clear it even reflected her menacing figure and the bloodlust smirk on her red-painted lips. Y/N almost didn’t recognize herself in the bright red gown that accentuated the shade of her skin. The diamond jewelries, that must have been Taeyong’s demand, sparkled in the light.

Right. She remembered why she was there. A gathering of Sicheng’s business partners over the years.

Yet, there was evil in her eyes.

His precious blood pooled, gushing out of his open wound, making a small river, coming and resting beneath her feet, staining her glittery heeled party shoes.

The black suit which he wore slowly became soiled. His white hair was disheveled from their struggle earlier followed by his immediate fall.

Taeyong lifted up his face to meet hers. His big dark eyes no longer sparkled. They were imploring her for mercy.

“Please…” Taeyong sounded weak and breathless. The pain from his gunshot must have been unbearable now, Y/N deduced. Yet, instead of feeling sympathy, it gave her a sense of satisfaction that he was suffering.

As a payment for everything Taeyong has done to her and to him.

Looking down at him, Y/N raised her hands and locked them in position. Nestled in her perfectly manicured hands was a silver handgun, a Magnum, the most powerful in the world.

Her wicked reflection stared back at her on the cold metal of the gun.

There was no longer an ounce of pity within her.

With a last smirk, Y/N pulled the trigger.


Y/N felt surreal as she couldn’t shake off the last vestiges of her dream. No. Nightmare.

Everything felt real. From the details of her red dress to her painted nails, even Taeyong’s suit. It felt foreboding, even as Y/N tried to ignore it.

They already had arrived at the venue which was lavishly decorated. Dong Sicheng, more commonly known as Winwin to his acquaintances and business partners, did not hold back with the decorations.

Everything had been bright. The gigantic chandelier that hung above them illuminated everything. Elaborate floral arrangements were the centerpieces of maybe a hundred cloth-covered tables, each with expensive china for dinnerware.

The Dark Gaze Association only sent a small party of representatives: Taeyong and his closest friends, Ten, Yuta, and Donghyuck, and of course, her.

At least, she was thankful the firm pressure of Taeyong’s grip on her wrist, though edging on painful, was keeping her grounded to reality.

“Tae,” Y/N whispered, wincing at how tight his grip was that it would surely leave a mark.

Only a cold hard gaze met her in reply.

It pained her to see the traces of the old Taeyong were gone. She shook her head. No. Even if what he was showing her was the detached side he was known for, Y/N knew Lee Taeyong was still in there somewhere.

“You’re not leaving my side.” His voice came out hard like stone. Unyielding.

“Why not?” she couldn’t help but ask. Her stubbornness, which caused trouble for her, was peeking out.

“Y/N,” he warned her. “You’re not going away…You’re not leaving me.”

The last part came out as a whisper.

What she didn’t understand was what Taeyong was so afraid of? It was not like she could run away. There was nowhere for her to go because his mafia family will always find her and her family.

Not only that, she did not want to leave his side.

“I’m not going to, Tae,” Y/N whispered back. She hoped her words would reassure him. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving you.”

Taeyong took one last look at her and for a moment, the unfeeling shell he had put on himself momentarily melted until he must have seen how shifty her eyes were, trying to observe the surroundings that he decided that she was lying and was back to being cold again.

Y/N winced again at Taeyong’s harsh grip on her. She met his eyes and he with hers. There was a moment of silence where they tried to size each other up before she first gave up.

“You’re never gonna let me go, are you?” she whispered again. Her mind wandered back to her dream. Taeyong looked helpless then, contrary to how dangerous he looked now.

“Never,” was his firm answer.

Just then, there was a mic feedback, indicating an announcement of new arrivals.

“Welcome, White Phantoms.”

Y/N felt Taeyong freeze. His grip on her wrist almost unbearable. It will surely leave a bruise now.

“Tae…”

Observing his face, she saw how his demeanor changed. His eyes became more intense and alert, ready for any sort of confrontation. His jaw and lips were set in a tight line. And although he kept his expression neutral, Y/N could tell they were his enemies.

Oddly, she had never heard they existed until now.

She also didn’t understand why he was so charged towards said mafia until she spun around to see who they were.

The name seemed fitting.

Where Taeyong and his posse wore all black, White Phantoms were the total opposites.

They all wore white ensembles with accents of gold-plated metal and brown leather. Yet, Y/N had long learned to not be fooled because even the lightness of their clothes did little to hide their ruthless aura.

And in the middle of it all, Y/N saw a familiar face.

Actually, all of them had been familiar to her. She had met them at the front of the coffee shop and even went to an amusement park.

‘Doyoung, Mark, and Taeil.’

But her focus wasn’t on them, but rather on the single person leading the group.

It finally dawned on her why he was lethal in fights and why he was capable with a gun.

Everything was falling into pieces.

Y/N was staring into the familiar face of Jung Jaehyun.

Taeyong squeezed her hand and tried to shield her from the sight. But she stepped to side. She wanted to see. Jaehyun, especially.

How could he?

A guilty expression momentarily flitted across his face before a steely one replaced it as it dawned on him where her loyalties lie.

The air was charged, almost electric. She could tell both mafia groups could not be in the same room without trouble breaking. Glares were exchanged as well as high-caliber guns were being displayed.

Tension was so palpable one could cut it with a knife.

Y/N broke free out of Taeyong’s hold to run over to Jaehyun and to talk to him, but she didn’t even get a chance.

The first shot rang loud and clear in the area and soon, chaos broke. She was lost in the bodies rushing for cover.

Even with her well-trained eyes, Y/N failed to see who fired first.

More gunshots erupted. To her, it seemed to come from everywhere all at once. Women, who came to celebrate, screamed as they sought for safety. Glasses broke as they were shoved off overturned tables.

What was supposed to be a night of celebration quickly descended to hell as both groups exchanged shots.

Even the host, Winwin, could do nothing to stop the war-like chaos that ensued.

The cacophony almost made her go deaf. She didn’t even know where to run or seek shelter. That was until a hand reached out to grab hers.

Looking up, she was staring into the wide and alert eyes of Jaehyun.

“Y/N,” he said, a little breathless from the commotion. In his hand was a silver Magnum. The one she held in her dream.

“Let go of her.”

The two of them froze at the sound of Taeyong’s harsh tone. They both turned towards the source of his voice and saw the young heir of the Dark Gaze Association standing at the bottom of the grand staircase.

There was still pandemonium all around them, but for a moment, it seemed that the three of them were locked in their own world where time slowed down.

Taeyong had his golden Magnum trained on Jaehyun’s chest. Moving a single muscle, Y/N assumed, would result to instant death, perhaps, not only Jaehyun’s but also hers.

“Y/N, come—“

Taeyong didn’t even get to finish his command as a shot rang from somewhere and hit him on the back.

To Y/N, everything seemed to be in slow motion. There was a pounding in her heart as she witnessed Taeyong’s body fall on the pristine floor. Her eyes could only widen in shock as she searched everywhere for the assailant. Only, she found none.

And even when she wanted to run to him, her body remained rooted to the spot. She could only watch in horror as his blood soon pooled underneath him.

It was just like in her dream.

“Tae!” She was about to run to him when Jaehyun held her.

“Tae!” The rest of his group rushed to his aid.

With one fluid motion, Jaehyun cocked his gun and trained it on Taeyong’s almost still body. Y/N watched as his eyes were drained with humanity.

He was intent on firing.

Tears pooled in her eyes as she threw her arms around Jaehyun to stop him.

“Please…don’t…”

Y/N stayed like that for a moment before she heard someone grunt behind her. To her horror, as she spun towards the sound, Taeyong tried to stand up, held by the others.

“What’s keeping you from shooting me?” Taeyong coughed before spitting out some of the blood on to the floor.

“We should get you patched up,” Ten said, face stoic but eyes worried.

Donghyuck was keeping silent as he held Taeyong under his arms, and it was only Yuta who was glaring at Y/N, as if already tagging her as an enemy.

“Her,” Jaehyun replied with a leveled voice. Then with a smirk, he added, “And I’m going to enjoy taking everything away from you.”

He grasped Y/N by her right arm and twisted it so it was now at the back. She recoiled at the pain. Never did she imagine Jaehyun to turn out rough.

There were a couple more excruciating coughs from Taeyong. His breath became more ragged by the second. However, he managed to say, “Casper…no.”

It made Y/N’s chest ache to see Taeyong in so much pain, but as a last attempt to save him from getting shot, she tried to face Jaehyun with her arm in danger of dislocating.

“Jae, I’ll go with you,” Y/N managed to say in a calm manner even when her insides were rattling in panic. 

She tried to look into his eyes, and it registered hurt for a moment before it was replaced with a cruel one. A bitter smirk crossed his lips, and he no longer looked like the Jaehyun she knew.

Jaehyun leaned closer to her.

The act itself made Taeyong’s blood boil. He would have shot Jaehyun if he weren’t in such a weak state.

“How does it feel that she chose me, hyung?” Jaehyun said the honorific in a mocking way.

Taeyong’s eye flew to her, begging for her to stay. “Y/N, please don’t.”

Turning to face Taeyong again, she smiled bravely. “I’ll make this right again, Tae. I promise— “

“Let’s go, Y/N.” Jaehyun tugged on her arm and pulled her away from him, from his group, from everything.

There was nothing else Y/N could do as she was dragged away from the scene.

“Promise me you won’t hurt him,” Y/N managed to tell Jaehyun even with her difficult position.

However, a wicked smile crossed his lips.

“I no longer make promises.”

And just like that, she was taken away by Jaehyun.




Note: And it’s finally done! Can you also tell that I’ve been delaying this ending because I hate writing endings so much? But now this is done, I can move on to other fics.

As always, I would like to say thank you to everyone who has read and loved this series. For sending me messages as well as participating in the polls.

And since it’s only like an hour before Christmas, I hope you all will have a Merry one! :D

P.S. This may or may not get a sequel in the future. ;)

A LITTLE DEATH + [listen] » “death I come to take the soul, leave the body and leave it cold" // songs insp. by the show ‘how to get away with murder’<

01. SILVER THE NEIGHBOURHOOD || 02. KALOPSIA QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE || 03. THE DEVIL WEARS A SUIT KATE MILLER || 04. DOLLHOUSE MELANIE MARTINEZ || 05. REV 22:20 (DRY MARTINI MIX) PUCIFER || 06. A LITTLE DEATH THE NEIGHBOURHOOD || 07.  BROKEN CROWN MUMFORD AND SONS || 08. GLITTERING CLOUD IMOGEN HEAP || 09. CRIMINAL FIONA APPLE  || 10. OH DEATH JEN TITUS || 11. EVERY NIGHT MY TEETH ARE FALLING OUT || 12. SEVEN NATION ARMY (COVER) BRANCHES || 13. DARKSHINES MUSE || 14. TOXIC MELANIE MARTINEZ || 15. EVIL VOICES THE FAINT || 16. DEVIL IN ME GIN WIGMORE || 17. STARRING ROLE  MARINA AND THE DIAMONDS  || 18. PHILHARMONICS AGNES OBEL || 19. GLORY AND GORE LORDE|| 20. CRAZY IN LOVE SOFIA KARLBERG || 21. I KNOW FIONA APPLE || 22. BATTLE CRY IMAGINE DRAGONS || 23. BUTTERFLIES AND HURRICANES MUSE||

l-e-b-e-n-s-l-u-s-t  asked:

27 of Calum please? 🙏

“Are you okay?” Calum asked from across the room, leaning on the doorframe in nothing but shorts and a snapback as he watched you reading in bed.

“I’m fine.” You sniffled, reaching over to grab another tissue.

Calum rolled his eyes and made his way over to you. “What’s the matter gorgeous?” He plopped down next to you, coming in between you and the book so his head rested on your stomach.

“You’re going to laugh at me. You always do.” You replied staring at him.

“I promise I won’t. Please tell me Y/N.” He pouted giving you those darn puppy dog eyes that no one could ever resist.

“It-it’s nothing, but my favourite character just died…” You blew your nose into a tissue as you replied looking over at Calum suppressing a grin.

“It’s not funny!” You whined pouting at your half naked boyfriend on top of you.

“I wasn’t laughing!” He defended widening his eyes at you but finally letting out a soft chuckle. “I’m sorry I’m sorry but you’re just too cute I don’t know what to do.” Calum smiled at you taking his snapback off and putting it on your head.

“Cal I’m suffering from a heartbreaking loss can you not?” You asked raising your eyebrows at him. But that only made him laugh more. “My head hurts, my body hurts, my heart hurts.” You sighed.

Calum scoffed at your over dramatic behaviour. “Maybe it was for the best babe. I mean you could start from the beginning again and read it another 10 times to make you feel better?”

You slapped his chest. “Ughhh you’re the worst get out.” You groaned trying to get him off you. But instead he flipped you over so you were underneath him.

“Baby.” He spoke huskily. “I can make you forget about this. Don’t worry, I got you.” He started kissing your neck, sucking on your sweet spot as he earned a moan from you.

“Fuck.” You whispered tossing the book aside. Maybe the character’s death wasn’t so bad after all.


finishing up some blurbs!